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kimbahlee


when my thoughts collapse,

there are vowels where there should be none


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an ongoing task
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kimbahlee
Sometimes we have things that we want to say, but just don't know how.

This leads us to write on bar napkins and alleyway walls. This makes us call our ex-lovers when we are drunk and high at four in the morning, and sometimes causes us to sleep uneasily or giggle uncontrollably.

I suppose this will be just another way to say what you want. Do you have a story or a confession? What about something you're thinking about with the current political drama? Tell me your fears. Your loves. A poem you wrote but were afraid to share. A picture you made in MS paint or a pie chart about your latest sexual adventures. A regret, a hope, a dream, a wish. Anything!!

You can post anonymously by clicking the little ..anonymous button. You can post once or thirty times. I don't log my IP addresses, so I will never be able to trace it. I just want to make sure people can get things off their chests when they need to. (EDIT: i switched the comments to screened and made sure my comment settings were set to log no one's IP address. i had to fix it from last night. i'm sorry if i offended anyone. i wasn't trying to be sneaky!!)

So go ahead and use this post for that venting/bragging/quizzical place.

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"This leads us to write on bar napkins and alleyway walls. This makes us call our ex-lovers when we are drunk and high at four in the morning, and sometimes causes us to sleep uneasily or giggle uncontrollably."

you word it so well. i have no clue why i still talk to my ex even though i was the one who broke it up. i know why i broke it up, cuz it was my first real relationship with a girl and i was PETRIFIED. i fucked it up and sometimes i feel like i have to at least fix what i did. but i really don't think i can now, so i have to let it go.

and i don't care that this isnt anon. : )

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